WHALE HUNTING WITH GUN AND CAMERA 



Late in the morning on the day after I arrived at 

 Oshima the long-drawn wail of a siren whistle 

 sounded far down the bay, and in a few moments a 

 little whaling vessel swept proudly around a pic- 

 turesque rocky headland and steamed swiftly toward 

 the station. She was listing far to starboard and 







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"She was listing far to starboard and we could see the huge 

 flukes of a blue whale . . . waving at her bow." 



we could see the huge flukes of a blue whale, the 

 shiro-nagasu kujira of the Japanese, waving at her 

 bow, the carcass stretching alongside almost to the 

 stern. 



She slipped quietly up to the end of the wharf and 

 two cutters sculled a sampan out to meet her. There 



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